Hellhound AU

[just_aces]

Sometime round about 1900, a witch summoned a hellhound as a familiar.

He didn't mind it, hellhounds are loyal after all, and if some of her spells left him tired and drained, well, that was what he was there for, to keep her from using too much of her own energy for things. That and to eat the souls of her victims, sometimes.

But then, in the early 1970s, she ran afoul of a much stronger coven.

She was quite quickly banished to hell, but the hellhound couldn't be allowed to go with her, because, well, hellhounds are loyal and she was powerful and would have been able to use him to escape.

So the hellhound was made human, figuring that sixty, seventy, even eighty years if he was lucky would be enough time for the witch to have been consumed, so that even when the human-that-had-been-a-hellhound died, and Death herself realized that he was definitely not where, or what, he was supposed to be, she'd send him back.

But then one Charles Rowland kind of fucked up that whole plan by dying young and immediately running away from Death herself.

So the ghost-who-was-the-boy-who-was-the-hellhound has no idea what he was, or still is, under it all.

But, after a trip through hell to save his best friend (Hellhounds are loyal, after all) and time spent in a familiar position -though not a familiar kitchen- after that has been enough to knock a few things loose...

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[just_aces]

That smile was still just as sunny as ever, even despite the decidedly hungry edge to it even as he gave another squeeze, the hand on Edwin's thigh moving higher, keeping his movements slow and steady, not wanting to startle Edwin at all or move too quickly, wanting to savor this.

He did, however, disentangle his other hand from Edwin's, catching gently at his chin to lean in for another kiss, nibbling at his lower lip once more before making himself draw back far enough to actually speak, "Good thing that I love you and want you too, then, innit?"

Yes, he was being his usual cheeky self, but he also meant it, which was why he just pressed himself a little closer into the spread of Edwin's legs, something that left him pressed just that much more closely, bringing one knee forward against the side of the desk to keep himself balanced. The hand on Edwin's hip had made it up to his thigh at that point, giving another gentle squeeze there, while the other one drifted from Edwin's chin to press flat against his chest, fingers drumming lightly there, voice having dipped a little as he asked: "What do you want me to do, Edwin? Where d'you want me to start?"

[uptightboy]

Edwin would be worried by this point if he was alive. Because this must be a dream or an illusion. He would think he lost Charles and this was his mind trying to come up with the most dreamy scenario.

He kissed back with a soft noise at the back of his throat, grabbing at Charles's shoulders again. As they parted, and Charles said he loved him, Edwin felt like he could cry. It was the first time Charles told him he loved him. Not in their usual way but... in another sense. He mouthed 'yes' against Charles's lips because he could not say it out loud.

Edwin felt like he was losing his mind as he felt Charles's fingers and touches on him. He thought himself as a patient person but of course Charles always reminded him he wasn't. So he felt less ashamed of the quiet, needy little groans that left him as Charles squeezed him.

"I..." Once again Edwin lost his courage a bit. He wanted to be touched, so much, but he also knew there were many ways to be touched. Was it too much to ask for Charles to take him out of his trousers? But Edwin decided to be brave, again. Brave or needy, though, he wasn't sure. He guided one of Charles's hand between his legs, shivering. "Touch me, please. So I know how... how to touch you too."

[just_aces]

He was grinning that same sunny-bright, half-hungry grin, nudging his brow against Edwin's once more as his hand was moved, giving a gentle squeeze there as well, humming in open contentment at feeling how warm and solid Edwin already was.

He nodded a little at the answer, jostling Edwin's head with the movement as he did, "I can do that." A soft sound followed, half-curious, fingers already gently working the buttons of Edwin's trousers open, taking it slowly because he was doing it blind at the moment even though he could well lift his head to actually see what he was doing, "You're going to have to help with all the buttons and laces."

He'd only seen Edwin in his underthings a handful of times, not counting Hell, but knew that they were markedly more complicated than his own shorts.

[uptightboy]

The thrilling sensation when Edwin realized that Charles was right there with him was... everything. He followed his pace, he reacted to him in such a way only Charles could, and Edwin loved it. He knew he loved this boy but small moments like this could always make him fall in love again. It made him feel safe.

"Quite, yes...." Edwin whispered, reaching to guide Charles's hand. And it all felt surreal. The times he needed to address his trousers were rare since he was a ghost. And now he had to help Charles about them. Charles who was the love of his afterlife, a hellhound in a ghost body. A body Edwin could feel. He could feel the warmth, he could touch him, he could feel him with his fingertips. He helped with the buttons of his trousers then with the laces of his underpants. By the time Charles had free access to him he was shaking. Because Charles was there, he wanted this, he was eager to belong... And Edwin couldn't help leaning in again to kiss him.

[just_aces]

He was smiling fit to burst, trying to commit the pieces to memory, the order they went in and he wasn't sure he'd actually be able to do so later, but it didn't matter, he wasn't thinking about later, he was just thinking about right now, and right now he was supposed to be showing Edwin what he liked.

He did, finally, lift his head away from Edwin's so that he could watch his face again, as he curled his hand around the other boy's cock, hold light for the moment, "We're going to have the chance to do this again." It was something to reiterate, and he knew it, they both needed that reassurance, "You said you wanted to know how I like things, so we'll start there." He gave one slow stroke with his fingertips from root to tip, voice gone rough at the edges, "I like a little bit of teasing first, really get me worked up." His thumb stroked across the tip of Edwin's prick then, "But you, you're already well worked up."

[uptightboy]

Teasing, alright, he was trying to remember. He wondered if this was a good idea because he is already trying his best to follow the other's movements but it felt so good. His body was so ready for Charles it was embarrassing. Edwin was the one telling Charles to show him, and touch him but the moment he felt his fingers around him his back straightened. His lips parted on a soundless gasp as he felt how it was to be handled by someone else. By Charles of all people. So it wasn't a surprise he was hard.

It felt like something opened in his chest, as if his body was finally his, and he could give it, out of his own will. To the only person that mattered, and who could handle it properly.

"Charles," Edwin started, closing his eyes for a moment. He only felt how wet he was when Charles thumb rubbed him. "Charles you have no idea what you are doing to me," he tried to explain.

[just_aces]

Charles was still smiling, he couldn't help it, though it had softened around the edges a little, still just tracking the expressions crossing Edwin's face. His thumb rolled another circle across the tip of Edwin's cock to gather that leaking pre-cum, using it to ease his next stroke, fingers curling just a little closer against Edwin's shaft, hold tighter than that first loose stroke with his fingertips.

He leaned in to nudge his brow against Edwin's temple again, just wanting to keep as close as possible, and now that he had Edwin in hand it wasn't like he actually needed to see what he was doing. His voice was warm and amused as he gave another slow stroke, thumb caressing the smooth spot beneath the crown both on the upstroke and the downstroke, "Think I have some idea, love."

[uptightboy]

As Charles moved closer, Edwin slid his arms around his shoulders and pulled him as close as he was able to. His body was trembling under the care and teasing Charles was putting him through. And he loved and hated it at the same time. Everything was too much and so little, and then Charles was being so cheeky again...

"Love..." Edwin whispered, barely realizing he had said it out loud. And he thought there was no way he could love Charles more. "I did not expect it to be so- so intense already," he admitted in a breathy voice, nuzzling into Charles. A small voice in the back of his mind told him he should be ashamed about all this, that this was something he should not enjoy. Charles was a boy. And he was a creature from Hell. And Edwin hated that even in a moment like this he still had these kinds of thoughts. "I- I understand why would you miss this..."

[just_aces]

He huffed a soft laugh at that response, giving an easy nod, brow still pressed to Edwin's temple as he did, "Yeah, it's intense, it's better when it's someone you like, but it's always good."

He nuzzled his nose along the arch of Edwin's cheek even as he gave another slow full-handed stroke, very nearly purring at how warm Edwin was against his palm, "Next time I think..." His voice had dipped, a conspiratorial murmur even as he gave another stroke, fingers kneading against the base before dragging to the tip once more, "I think I want to get you in my mouth. Think that might be too much for you right now." With the way Edwin was already practically shaking against him he doubted this round was going to last, and he was fine with that, it meant they could take their time later.

[uptightboy]

Edwin almost retorted that he couldn't believe it could be good at all with someone he didn't like but he did remember the way he felt about the Cat King. Not that he would ever disclose that to anybody, especially to Charles. But it was an important piece of experience for him.

With a needy moan, Edwin tilted his hips to get more of that stroke. To feel it more, to have it faster... But then Charles just had to speak again and Edwin felt like he was not in control of his body anymore.

"Your mouth?" he asked back even if he heard it crystal clear. Just imagining how that would have felt made him hang on tighter, made him almost reach between them to urge Charles's hand on. The possibilities were endless and Edwin had to swallow at the thought. He wanted to say it wouldn't be too much but just right, but the way his body was already so tense and demanding he had to give this one to Charles. "Your hand is already so..." Oh, there were no words about it. Or if there were, Edwin was too embarrassed to say them.

[just_aces]

Charles had already decided that he quite liked having Edwin at his mercy like this, more or less, if he didn't actually want to be where he was, Charles was pretty sure he'd know it, and he couldn't help but grin at the question, nodding again and lifting his head so that he could actually watch Edwin's face again, still maintaining those steady, even strokes.

Sometimes his fingers pressed against the base when he reached it, a gentle squeezing movement, and sometimes his thumb brushed up against the underside or over the tip when he reached that, those additional touches the only variation in movement.

The expression on Edwin's face, half-lost already, was enough to make his mouth go dry, taking a moment to actually find his voice again to answer, "Yeah, my mouth. Used to be right good at that. But I'm pretty sure it'd be too much to start with, at least for you, don't want to give you too much at once, yeah?"

[uptightboy]

Only when Charles's head moved did Edwin realize his eyes were closed. He opened them just to face the love of his afterlife again, smiling like that. Edwin licked his lips nervously, but he was too preoccupied to feel more embarrassed over it. His lips were parted as if he was trying to breathe, and he could swear he felt his cheeks blush.

Charles said he didn't want to give him too much but Edwin felt he could take... oh. Oh, wait.

"Charles, I'm... please, I'm..." His hands were kneading at Charles's shoulder for something that was just beyond reach. He moved his hips into the other's grip, reaching for it. One of his hands also went to put it on Charles's wrist not to stop him but to encourage him. To ask for more.

[just_aces]

"Yeah, thought you might be close." His voice was a warm murmur, free hand sliding around to press against the small of Edwin's back as he pressed forward, keeping him close, "It's alright, love, you don't have to hold back, just relax, yeah? M'right here."

He did uncurl his fingers from Edwin's cock so that he could lace them with Edwin's, taking his cock in hand again, giving another slow stroke to give Edwin a better feel for the movement, let him feel a little bit more in control of what was going on. He wasn't sure if it would actually help the state Edwin was in, but he figured it was worth a try if nothing else.

[uptightboy]

"I'm close..." Edwin repeated a little out of it. The low voice of Charles echoed in his chest, as if it was a caress. And he just wanted to get lost in it more. He whimpered at the momentary loss as Charles put both of their hands on him. It helped. "Charles," Edwin moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. He didn't need much more, only a few more strokes of joined effort to feel it. His peak. It surprised him just how quickly it crept up on him, shaking his body and hand as he gave into it. Oh, and it was so good it would have choked him if he was alive. He had no breath but moans and stutters of Charles's name as he came.

[just_aces]

Charles continued the gentle, steady stroking to ease Edwin through his orgasm, knowing the frustration of touch being taken away once that peak was reached, it was always better to be carried all the way through, and he didn't want Edwin to ever feel bereft. The only words he could actually manage, pressing a string of kisses along the line of Edwin's jaw, were: "Bloody hell that was gorgeous, Edwin."

Just the fact of Edwin feeling comfortable and open enough to actually let himself go that way was amazing in and of itself, but that he'd been the cause, that was even better, in ways he didn't even have words for.

[uptightboy]

Edwin leaned into the small kisses, barely noticing he was doing it. He was just seeking more contact and more... softness? And pleasure. Only when he heard Charles talk he found some of his wits. Because what happened was amazing. All he knew in his life and most of his afterlife was pain and more pain. And experiencing something like this, something so good, so pleasurable that all his thoughts stopped? If he had a life he would have found its meaning right here, probably.

"Charles," Edwin let out a breathy laugh, still trying to put himself back together. Then he tilted his head to nuzzle at Charles's cheek. "Oh, Charles..." he repeated, loss for words. If he had it bad for Charles in a collar, now he was going to think about what his hands could do. And then his mouth... Edwin had an alarming thought that he was not going to have enough of Charles. "That was, goodness," he swallowed, looking down between them. "Probably the most erotic experience of my..." he muttered, trailing off.

[just_aces]

"Of your ever?" He replied, smiling again, finally just looping both arms around Edwin's middle, keeping himself pressed close, chin against Edwin's chest, head tilted back to look up at him, knowing full well that meant Edwin would feel his voice as much as hear it in that position.

His brow creased a little then shoulders rolling forward slightly but not dislodging himself from where he was, "Funny, innit? Thinking the worst somehow went and led to getting the best." He did lower his head then, forehead pressed to Edwin's chest where his chin had just been, which muffled his voice a little, but he knew he wouldn't be able to meet Edwin's eyes at the moment, "Went from thinking I wasn't ever going to see you again to this. To knowing I need you so much it hurts." He shook his head a little, sniffling just once and curling his arms just a fraction more tightly around Edwin's ribs, "Love you so much."

[uptightboy]

Funny, right. Edwin did laugh softly as he squeezed Charles's shoulders. But truly, to know that all that panic and despair would lead to this? To him experiencing such a pleasure with Charles? That was... funny, yes. In lack of a more coherent thought.

Then Charles looked away but held him tighter. And Edwin's chest tightened too for another reason. He slid his hand into Charles's hair, holding him, while his other arm held him tight around his shoulders. The tone of Charles's voice, the way he said those words, put tears in his eyes too. He loved this boy so terribly so, it was unbelievable.

"I love you too, Charles," Edwin whispered in a heavy voice, his head tilting to nuzzle into Charles's hair. "And I will make sure we are never separated again." He had made that promise many times before. But it was a promise he over and over made. Not because he wanted to prove a point but to remind both of them. Especially after what happened and how they came out of it.

[just_aces]

He shivered a little at the hand in his hair, the tension that had started creeping up his spine again unraveling almost instantly, leaving him pressed forward against Edwin again. He relaxed there for a few long moments, letting himself bask in that comfort, reminding himself that the worst hadn't happened, and he was right where he belonged again and not about to leave unless forced.

He did straighten again after another long moment, unfolding again in such a way as to leave Edwin's arms draped over his shoulders, his own arms uncurling from the veritable bear-hug around Edwin's chest to just bracket the other boy's ribs, one hand on each side, "Should probably get on with tidying up." He finally said, though was quick to add: "Don't really want to move just yet, though."

[uptightboy]

For a long time, Edwin had thought that comforting someone was difficult. Charles was always better than him. But as he held on, as he laid soft little kisses in Charles's hair he had to realize... that it all came a little easier if that person had his heart. His lips pulled into a shy smile as he could look into Charles's gorgeous eyes again. Tidying up was still the last thing on his mind.

"Charles, do you remember what I said?" he asked. "I wish to... welcome you back the same way." As Edwin said it out loud he was suddenly afraid what he wanted to say was too vague. "Now that I know how to touch you," he added. "We may have to move a little for that."

[just_aces]

He hadn't realized that Edwin wanting to know how to touch him in return was something that would be put into use immediately, in his experience that wasn't how things usually went, and as such he just blinked in puzzlement at the statement, but his expression softened into a broad smile once more, giving a gentle squeeze with both hands before taking a half-step away from the desk, but not letting go of Edwin just yet, "Yeah, you did say that, didn't you?"

Just the fact that Edwin wanted him to have his turn was enough to have nonexistent blood moving south. He'd already been aroused just from watching and hearing and touching Edwin, he'd just been prepared to let that arousal fade or deal with it himself the way he usually did, or usually had when he was still alive.

He did nod, however, hands sliding from Edwin's ribs to his hips again as he took another little half-step back from the edge of the desk again, still settled easily between Edwin's knees, but leaving some space between their bodies once more, "Where d'you think we should move to?"

[uptightboy]

Now that Edwin felt a little braver, he was itching to show Charles just how absolutely mindblowing this had felt. Maybe there was a little bit of mischief in it too, to show Charles that even in death they can have such experiences... so he wouldn't miss his life so much.

"Couch," Edwin whispered, leaning in to peck Charles's lips for a second. And marveling about the fact that he was allowed, and maybe even encouraged to do that from here on. The giddiness made his fingers tremble as he reached down to tuck himself back in. His hands were back on Charles the next moment, however, as if unable to let go, unable to separate for now. He grabbed his sides and slid off the desk, gasping as his knees buckled. He was still feeling the after-effects of the orgasm Charles gave him and it made him feel more determined. "The couch," Edwin repeated, as he pushed Charles back toward it.

[just_aces]

"Hey, easy." He laughed softly, arm snaking around Edwin's waist again as he staggered, keeping him held close and lending support in a way he so often had, though not under such pleasant circumstances. He nodded at the response, and the more firm repetition of it, "Yeah, alright, couch."

He couldn't help but smile at the way Edwin was steering him backwards to the couch, moving carefully himself so as not to trip on anything, just lifting a brow once the edge of the couch bumped his shins, dropping back to sit on it and practically dragging Edwin into his lap as he did so, "You were saying?"

[uptightboy]

Before Edwin knew it, he found himself on Charles's lap. He felt his cheeks burn from embarrassment but they were too far gone now. And Charles being cheeky did not help. Yet, Edwin was terribly charmed. That was how he knew he had it bad. But for Charles it was alright. Because it was Charles.

"I..." Edwin swallowed. Then moved so he straddled Charles's thighs. If they were doing this, they should do this properly he thought. His body still remembered Charles's touches and he hoped he could give at least a little back to him. He leaned in, before anything, to kiss Charles again mostly for courage. Then Edwin reached down and felt Charles through his trousers just to have an idea, and a point to start without getting too overwhelmed.

[just_aces]

He leaned up into that kiss easily, half-using it to muffle the soft growl that rose in his chest and against the back of his throat at the way Edwin situated himself. It was what Charles had been aiming for, but actually having it was something else again, and something he apparently liked quite a bit.

That growl, pleased as it was, broke through all the same once he felt Edwin's hand on him, even through his clothes, because he was obviously more than half-hard, and that gentle, testing pressure was the best kind of maddening. He did manage to follow that sound with actual words, however, voice rough-edged thanks to that growl still lurking there, "Yeah, s'good." Another quick kiss to Edwin's mouth in turn, "Going the right direction."